As air lacked and lacked in the plastic bag, and Denise lungs began to falter, her buttocks, her ass hole jumped higher in the air... Until my fist wo... against her ass entrance muscles and, that barrier broken, I had all my fist inside her ass. I stopped to feel that delicious difference of temperatures and the higher warm of her inner ass.Then I let Denise breath again. Her respiration accelerated and Denise gasped a lot. I let her catch a bit her breath and she looked at me. I kissed her. 'Isn't it enough that you make me read these horrible stories? Why can't you like normal stories... like romances? No, instead you make me come down here to the library and risk everything for you. Even making me get my husband to take us here.'You realize your pussy cares not one wit for your patronizing speech. She's as hot as she's going to get and if you are going to keep from embarrassing yourself, you better go to the restroom and satisfy her hunger.After triple checking to make sure. I would drop her onto the bed and her sister wouldn't even stir. The second night I had to get her in the house and into bed I decided to take a chance and strip her completely. This proved no problem at all and I got to fondle the whole package. While finger fucking her I found her pussy full of wetness which appeared to be her lube and her dates cum. I covered her and went to bed.I laid in my bed, unable to sleep for 20 minutes reviewing what had happened. I worried about her waking. I shrieked because BIL pressed my breast and this rickshaw driver latched on to that opportunity and his right hand came on my head and he kissed me and his left hand were firm on my thighs.His mouth was stinking with guthka and all that stuff, but the fire in me was burning two guys all over me.Rickshaw driver was suddenly stopped kissing me and asked me, “tumh bahujiii bhol rahe ho inhe yeh apke kaun hai”. I immediately tried to correct and told “mein tumko bhol rahi ti bhaiyajii”BIL was.